March 25, 2008

This time no one's looking for lovedown between the sheds, the old houses, among the twitteringmasts and rigging. A boat, a prau that will never sail againpuffs and snorts, thinking there's something it can catch

The drizzle brings darkness. An eagle's wings flap,brushing against the gloom; the day whispers, swimming silkilyaway to meet harbor temptations yet to come. Nothing movesand now the sand and the sea are asleep, the waves gone.

That's all. I'm alone. Walking,combing the cape, still choking back the hopeof getting to the end and, just once, saying the hell with itfrom this fourth beach, embracing the last, the final sob.

Time passes. I do not know what fate awaits time.Agile young warriors, strong old men, with sharp eyes,Dreaming of freedom, as certain as the stars in the sky,stand beside me, on guard over this dead regionI love those who dare to liveI love those willing to enter the nightThe night fragrant with dreams, stripped of dust ...Time passes. I do not know what fate awaits time.